Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2009 14:51:57 +0000
From: Steve Thomas
Subject: "Hey Mikey!" Chapter 30
This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs,
and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all
that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so
if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it
is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindof story, shame on you
for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me! (Sometimes ... Ronny)
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland
Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"
Bobby Pepper -- New friend
Arlo Gates - Orienteer
Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie
James Samson (Jay) -- Randy's adopted brother and ... My Twin! (Shawn)
Blair -- New Roomie (Todd is his friend from high school)
Jacky -- one of five brothers and a sister: Jared, Jed, Jimmy, Jock and Julie
Jody -- Dude from Hurricane Harbor
AJ Rippey -- Jay's team mate.
... From Chapter 29:
"I thought maybe we could just hang out together ... tonight. Turn around
and -- back into me."
He did as told. I pulled him in close. "G'night, AJ."
With that settled, we both slept pretty soundly considering this was his
first time sleeping spooned. He just slept away as I disconnected from him
after my alarm went off. AJ is 1 ½ years older than Jay and me but seemed
a couple years younger. Before I left, I came and asked if he needed to
get up.
"My alarm is set. Thanks." He said. I wondered if he even remembered
last night. "Wait!" He said as I opened the door. His arms went out and
I quickly came back and I hugged and kissed him. "Thanks for last night."
He kissed me back and went back to sleep.
Chapter 30
I didn't realize how much I missed someone to spoon with. I dunno about
all this Mormon stuff, but I do think that God never meant for us to be
alone. And I don't know how he feels about being gay, but certainly we
were not expected to be with someone that made us uncomfortable. And ... I
didn't exactly sign up for this!
I usually can focus on my studies and it wasn't exactly a problem, but
... all day I couldn't get AJ out of my mind. I couldn't wait to get back
to the dorm and see him again. On one hand I felt kind of guilty ... in my
own mind ... because I was letting another guy come between me and my Jay.
But on the other ... Jay told me to go for it! And AJ is quite a cutie and
hot as well. His innocence makes him all that much more attractive -- as
if those sky-blue eyes weren't enough.
I got home and as soon as I walked in, the place smelled wonderful. I was
only kidding when I yelled, "Honey, I'm home!"
AJ stepped around the wall from the little kitchenette and grinned
delightfully. "Jody, Jacky and Arlo went to an afternoon showing of an old
Harry Potter at the student center. So I decided to make us dinner!"
I pouted. "They couldn't wait until I got home to go out?"
"I already saw it, and they're showing it again later if you really want to
go."
"Well, I do have a cell phone. They could have - " I knew I was sounding
snippy ...
"I am afraid that might be my fault. I told them we could go later and
that I wanted to make you dinner."
"Wow!" I smirked. "That almost sounds a little `datey' to me".
"I meant it that way. I don't know how `real' gays do things, but -- I've
done this for girls before, so - "
"You're doing fine ... I guess. I don't have that much experience either,
but I once heard my mom say that the quickest route to a man's heart is
through his stomach. And if that dinner tastes half as good as it smells,
you might have this one in the bag already."
"Oh! That sounds exciting and ... intimidating!" He said. At my
querulous look he said, "Intimidating because I have no idea what I may
have gotten myself into and ... um ... exciting for the same reason!" We
both laughed and he added, "And if I don't get back into the kitchen, our
tri tip may be a little too seared!"
"Tri-tip! Wow! Now I AM impressed! Another meat lover!"
"Well, with spaghetti tomorrow night, I thought we may need some protein.
But it is well balanced with the carbs and a salad."
I started to follow him into the kitchen. "Nope! It's a surprise! Go
away!"
I pouted again but went to our room and put my books down, then shucked my
shirt, and put my new cargo shorts on. They have boxes drawn all over --
probably to give them weight ... because they actually weigh almost
nothing. The fabric is very thin and lightweight. I came back to the
common room and hollered ... around the partition wall, "When you get a
chance, come out there a minute!"
He immediately popped out of the kitchen and I wrapped my arms around him
and kissed him deeply. I fluttered my eyes at him and repeated, softly,
"Honey ... I'm home."
"And looking good at that!" he said. Something was different.
"What -- you seen -- um -- different somehow ... maybe ... more confident
-- or something -- today."
"Oh -- well -- I've been doing a lot of thinking today. It's still new to
me and all, but -- I mean -- I'm still nervous -- but -- I reasoned that
... what's the difference? I mean -- I used to date girls ... and play
these fun games with them all the time. Why should it be any different if
I'm gay?"
"If?"
"Well, I mean -- yeah. I AM gay, but SINCE I am, why should I act any
different?"
"Well, whatever it is, it looks good on you!" I said and then pecked him
on his nose. "Now ... get back in there and cook my dinner, Woman!"
"Oh ... somehow I didn't consider ME as the woman!"
I slapped his butt. "Better consider THAT one again!" I quipped.
We were both laughing as he DID go back to the kitchen. I sat and read
some of my political science assignment and in about 20 minutes, he
reappeared and said, "Voila! You can come in now!"
The smell in the kitchen was even more overpowering. There was the bar set
(there is no table) with two dinner plates and on each was a salad of mixed
greens, sliced strawberries, roasted walnuts and it looked like a green
goddess dressing. He pulled out the bar stool for me ... (again suggesting
that I was the girl, damn him!) so this time I went along with it and
feigned picking up my petticoats and slid onto the high stool.
"Tsk-tsk! Not very unlady-like!" Said me date. "Just the way I like my
men!" He let his hand gently glide around my neck as he rounded my back
and sat on his chair. "Do you want to bless the food, or ... shall I?"
"I guess since you made it ... I should bless it, but ... I'm not too good
at this."
He folded his arms in front of him, so I followed suit. I sat there, not
knowing what to say. I started to feel a little panicky.Then it came to
me:
<> (It really just came to me!) "So you ARE listening!"
I thought. <> he said again. I repeated what came into
my head. Heavenly Father, we are thankful for thy many blessings. We are
thankful for our new friendship. Please bless our friends who are out
tonight and also, bless our families. Please bless this food we are about
to partake of. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."
"Amen" He repeated. "Boy -- for not being very good at it ... I'd have bet
you were a Mormon!"
He didn't seem to figure out that they weren't MY words. (Seem being the
operative word). I suppose maybe it's impolite to pick apart someone's
prayer. Jay didn't say anything more the rest of the evening. But I
definitely felt him. He felt happy -- and something else I couldn't put my
finger on. Then it occurred to me -- he's busy with other things now --
and ISN'T listening. Later he said he had been sitting at his dinner table
-- with about 250 other missionaries -- waiting for the meal to be blessed,
when he felt my ... panic ... not knowing how to pray.
AJ had also stir fried some mixed veggies and had a baked potato to go with
the tri-tip. He cut it very thinly and then the cout-de-gras was the au
jus he had prepared. If I dated this boy long, I may just gain a few
pounds!
"This is nothing short of spectacular!" I said. "Where did you learn to
cook?"
"Mom. I spent a lot of time with her."
"You've never talked much about your parents. You must miss them." I
said, letting him know that I knew about their death ... even though he
never mentioned it.
"I ... miss ... my mom -- a lot."
"You didn't get along with your dad?"
"We didn't fight or anything. I saw him on Monday nights. That's Family
home Evening in our church. Except for that, Dad was always gone, either
because of his business or his church calling. He somehow went out of his
way to see my brother and sister whenever they had anything. But -- I
guess he didn't think wrestling merited his time. Or ... maybe ... he
guessed ... or something ... that I am different ... that I am ... THIS
way.
"I love my aunt and uncle. Uncle Charlie was more of a dad to me. I
suppose he was trying to make up for me losing my dad, but he went out of
HIS way to see ALL of my matches. I had a crush on him, actually. But I
never let him ... or anyone ... know. I tried to deny it to myself, but
now I know that's what it was."
"I didn't mean to bring you down, AJ." I said.
"It's okay. It's actually kind of nice to talk about it a little. Anyway,
my mom taught me to cook. I made a dinner almost exactly like this and dad
wasn't impressed. I guess he didn't think boys should be in the kitchen
either."
"Well, I wasn't kidding when I said the dinner was spectacular."
"Well ... after we clean up the kitchen, maybe you can show ME something
spectacular."
"Like what?" I said. We both knew exactly what he was referring to.
"It's all new to me. The other guys won't be back for another 2 hours.
Since we won't be watching Harry and Malfoy fighting ... maybe we can show
them how they SHOULD be sparring!" He said grinning.
We cleaned up and then since he was again acting coy, I took the lead. "I
dunno about you but, it's been a long day for me. I think I'll need a
shower. I said, pushing my shorts down and kicking them off."
He stared at my crotch, watching it chub up, and said, "Okay. I can maybe
whip some dessert while you - "
"I was kind of hoping that you might like to help me out in the shower --
you know wash my back and ... (Ahem!) stuff."
"Oh! Um -- OH!! Yeah! I definitely could help you out that way. `Guess
I'll need to get naked too ..." He grinned.
"Definitely! We wouldn't want your clothes to get all wet - " He giggled.
I finished, "or sticky!"
I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bedroom and undressed him.
"Omigosh!" He giggled some more, "I never knew that it could be such a
turn on to be undressed by hot, naked guy!" I pulled him into a naked hug.
We kissed for about 4 -- 5 minutes.
"Let's get wet!" I said. As soon as we got into the shower and the water
was warm, he started to run the soap over me, rubbing with the other hand.
I leaned on the side of the shower and just closed my eyes. When he got to
my nether regions, he didn't touch anything, Except when he ran his hand up
my inner thigh to wash my legs. Other than that, he went down to my legs
and washed them and my feet. Then he paused and I looked down. He was
kneeling in front of me looking at my boner like it was a delicacy. His
eyes met my own and I nodded.
He eagerly clasped my butt in his hands and pulled himself on to me, and
started to lick and suck on me -- probably like he figured he would like it
done to him. In a pretty short time, I started my fast, short breathing,
taking longer and deeper breaths by the second and then I almost whimpered,
"I'm gonna blow!"
He backed off and I did blow ... all over his face. He grinned up at me.
It wasn't one of those overwhelming orgasms that make you weak kneed. It
was more like one of those, "Tease me some more and I probably could do
this again" orgasms. I lifted him up and kissed and licked away my goo
from his face. Then I started to drop to my knees, but he stopped me.
"Can we wait for that until we are in bed ... MY bed?"
I smiled and kissed him some more. I knew that the love I felt so
overwhelmingly would pass, but I decided I was going to enjoy the moment.
I washed him and then he dried me off so carefully and ... so lovingly! I
dried him next and then I picked him up ...like Bobby had done to me so
many times. He snuggled down into my body like a teddy bear.
When we got to his bed, I lay him out and lay down on top of him. Of
course my wood was again raging. But I didn't press my advantage. I
really wanted this to be something special for AJ. I pressed my manhood
between his legs and moaned. He answered my moan and raised the ante by
pulling me firmly into his body and massaging my glutes ... al the while,
his engorged meat pulsing against my tummy. Then he said, "What's next?"
"I believe you owe me some spunk!" I said.
"How?"
"Climb on top of me." I said, rolling off him. He did as I instructed.
He placed himself similarly with his boner between my legs. That put his
head and face on my chest. I lifted him up like a little brother and
brought his mouth down on my own. He kissed me deep and humped my tummy.
As we kissed his humping became more insistent. He started to breath
faster and harder.
"Not yet, Sweetheart." I said. It just came out. Maybe it was his size
or something, I dunno, but he answered,
"Oh I LOVE it when you call me that! Uncle Charlie called me `Sweetheart'.
I can remember when I was very young, my dad also called me that." He
seemed like he was almost going to cry. I pulled him down to my face and
kissed him passionately. He moaned and his hips started gyrating again.
Once again -- in no time -- he was breathing raggedly -- getting close.
Once again I pulled him close so he couldn't.
"Relax a moment, AJ ... Sweetheart." This time it was on purpose. If he
liked it, I'd go with it. I'd deal with his uncle issues later. "Now --
raise up a little. As soon as I allowed him to raise up some, his hips
started to thrust again. "Slow down a little. Take a break. Good. Now
-- do you have any lube ... that you wank with?"
He told me it was under the bed under my right ear. I reached it and
opened it and put a bunch in my hand. I put some on my dick and between
his legs, and then I cupped my hand over his dick and trapped it between my
hand and my tummy. "Now." I said gently. He started to ram it home fast,
I stopped him again. "Slowly, babe -- slowly."
He started up again, slower and smoother. "Kiss me." I knew that as good
as kissing is while doing this, it was a distraction and would help him
hold off his orgasm. It worked. We kissed and moaned for the next five
minutes or so, AJ slowly thrusting into my hand and my hips thrusting from
below. I monitored his thrusting and continued my own and as he gradually
picked up speed, he started to match my own thrusting. When he started to
breath deeply again I didn't have to say anything. I picked up my speed
and he followed suit and by the time he started to moan loudly, I was at
the top of my game and ready as well.
He started to shoot his juice into my hand first, but only by a few seconds
when I let loose my second volley through his legs, this time with full
force, drenching the sheet below me. . We both were moaning and gasping,
thrusting and kissing -- laughing and crying out.
As we slowed down, he again relaxed on top of me. His heat was like one
with my own, so I hardly felt it. It was still early evening, but AJ was
almost asleep on me when he said, "I love you so much ... Uncle Charlie!"
Am I supposed to ignore that? I again decided to discuss it later. He was
still moaning lightly when we heard the keys in the front door. "It's
open, Y'all!" said Arlo. "They must be here. Nope, not in the common
room ... and the kitchen looks like it hasn't been used ... -- oh ... nope
-- it smells like someone's been cookin' up somethin' good." AJ moved over
beside me, his back to me.
Arlo knocked and opened the door at the same time. "Y'all in here? Ooooo!
Smells like there's been sumthin' cooking in here too! Whooo-eee!"
"Arlo -- the door was closed! I said.
"Ah'll just close it back up ... yessir!" Two voices giggled. I guess
they already took Jacky home.
"Do you think maybe they've been drinking?" Whispered AJ, himself giggling
a little.
"It seems like it, Doesn't it?" I said. "What are YOU giggling about?"
"Hee hee! I feel almost like a little kid caught with his hand in the
cookie jar!"
"Only you ain't no little kid ... and THIS ain't no cookie jar!" I
quipped.
"Maybe not, but -- I ain't all that big and ... though it's not a cookie
jar ... it's a very nice package-a-meat you got there!" He responded.
"Hey -- we even seem to have a similar sense of humor. You're not so
proper ... like my brother is. I mean I love that about him, but I'm
definitely not like him in THAT way."
"Yeah -- I sometimes feel a little guilty about that. Hey! I'm a Mormon
boy! There are certain standards that I should be meeting."
"You really feel that way?" I asked. "Whatever you think you're lacking
-- doesn't make you any less in my eyes!"
"I know. But I grew up with it, so it's kind of part of me ... part of me
that will probably haunt me the rest of my life. But ... I accept that.
And besides ... I pretty much sealed the deal by deciding to not serve a
mission."
He sighed and I knew that this was a heavy issue for him. I reached over
and drew him into me. He sighed again. "Thanks. That feels good. What's
this called again?"
"Spooning -- you know like how spoons fit together in a drawer?"
"Oh -- yeah. That makes sense." And he snuggled in even closer, nuzzling
my "package-a-meat" with his bum. He couldn't help but feel my response to
that.
"Mikey?"
"Yeah?"
"I -- um -- I'm sorry I called you Uncle Charlie. It was involuntary. I
was 14 when my folks were killed. Uncle Charlie used to hold me like
this."
"Wow! Really?!!" I said.
"Oh! We never did anything -- I mean -- he never did anything to me, but
-- since I never felt accepted by my dad, I loved it when he would hold me
like this."
"I see. And ... do you think he liked it ... more than maybe ... um --
maybe he should have?"
"I didn't at the time."
"But you do now?"
"I dunno -- maybe."
"How old is your uncle Charlie?"
"Not very old. He must be about thirty by now."
"Where Is he now?"
"I dunno. He was married to my mom's sister and - "
"WAS married?"
"Yeah. They never had any kids ... I dunno why ... but they got divorced a
couple years ago."
"Hmm. Too bad. I'd like to have met him."
"That would be so cool! Um -- it was a slip of the tongue to call you that
... but ... I meant it when I said that I loved you."
"You mean you love Uncle Charlie."
"No -- I meant I love you!"
"We only met on Monday. How could you - "
"Don't forget, I kind of knew you before -- through your brother."
"So it's my brother that you love?"
"No. That just made it easy to get to know you in a short time. YOU are
the one who just made love to me -- not James. He wouldn't have -- well,
with what I know now -- maybe he would have ... but ... I never considered
that a possibility. Matter of fact until last year, I never considered any
of this a possibility. I still thought I was straight."
"AJ, I don't want to burst your bubble, but I have to tell you - "
"I've heard all about that in church."
"What?" I said.
"In our priesthood classes, and in one-on-one meetings with the bishop,
they taught us about how sex makes a guy -- or girl -- feel like they're in
love. And that it really is a counterfeit love. But now the sex is over
and I still feel this way."
"Sweetheart," !! ... I did it again! "Um -- it doesn't wear off that
quickly. You may feel differently tomorrow morning. I know for girls it
lasts for days ... sometimes weeks. But for guys, it's usually gone the
next day."
"I see. Well okay, assuming that's true -- can we pretend it's real --
just for now. Because it still feels pretty good -- even after dissecting
it."
"You've kind of read my mind again! That's exactly what I was thinking
earlier tonight."
He sighed again and I echoed that sentiment. I pulled him in closer again
and we both fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, AJ was facing me, smiling. "I LOVED waking
up in your arms!"
"But you're NOT in my arms."
"I was until I had to get up and pee. Then I just came back and watched you
sleep."
"I didn't hear my alarm."
"I heard mine. You're hasn't gone off yet."
"I didn't hear your's either." I said.
"Mine's in my head. I have an 8 o'clock art class this morning."
"Hah! I didn't know artists ever got up this early."
"That's probably why our instructor is such a grouch. He probably didn't
get to choose his hours! That ... and he doesn't like sports types."
"Oh ... what type does he like?"
"He's gay. Tuesday was the first day and he's already showing
preferences."
"Well, if you somehow let him know ... about you -- maybe you'll be one of
his preferred!"
"Ew! No! He's creepy! I don't want him coming on to me!"
"Suit yourself. Well, I think I'll go back to sleep. But you don't have
to watch ... "
"No, I have to get going. When's your class?"
"Nine."
"Can I wake you as I leave?"
"That'd be good."
I went back to sleep and he woke me up 40 minutes later. "Time to get up,
Beautiful!"
I sleepily opened my eyes and he was kneeling next to me, with a sparkling
smile. I smiled sleepily.
"Thanks." I said, and yawned.
"I don't feel any different."
"Huh?"
"I still love you!"
"You are SUCH a woman!" I teased, yawning again.
"Laugh it off!" He taunted. "Bye!" he said and he kissed my lips. He
was gone before I could respond appropriately.
I lay there looking at the ceiling. He's not the only "woman". I still
felt like I loved him too. But it's only been 4 days! How can that be?"
<>
"Are you still waiting for your visa?"
<>
"That seems ironic!"
<>
"I'm not sure if he's in love with me ... or you." I said.
Nothing. I guess he tuned out.
When I got home from school, Arlo was the only one there. "You're pickin'
up on that boy real fast, aren't you?" He said nonchalantly.
"It seems like it to me too"
"Uh-huh." He said, clearly patronizing me.
"No -- you don't understand. I'm getting it from 2 directions. Jay is
pushing me to be with AJ. AJ is also pushing me. And ... I'm not all that
opposed to AJ, either!" I almost said I wasn't all that opposed to sex
with a cute little guy, but then realized ... there was one standing right
in front of me!
"So -- is AJ in love with y'all ... or with your brother?"
"Why does everyone keep using the `L' word? I just met him Monday!"
"Ah didn't mean anything by it. But y'all seem to be a little edgy about
it ... Do y'all have feelings for him?"
"Feelings? Of course I have feelings for him. But is it love? How can it
be ... this soon?" I said, irritably.
"Ah'm just askin'." He shrugged,
I sat hard on a bar stool. "I -- I've -- been asking myself the same
questions. I don't mean to bark at you, Arlo. Sorry."
"So y'all DO have some strong feelin's!"
"I -- um -- guess I do."
"Ah just don't want to see y'all get hurt. You've kinda grown on me
... y'know?"
"Yeah -- you too, Arlo, Thanks!"
"If not for y'all, Ah might-a never figured out who Ah am."
"Oh goody ... I made another guy gay! Do I get a prize?" I said
sarcastically.
"Seriously, Mikey, it answered a lot of mixed up feelin's Ah had!"
"Well, anything I can do to help - "
"Anything, huh?" said Arlo and he stepped up to me and planted a kiss on
my lips. Of course that got an immediate response from me. I grabbed him
and kissed him back. I guess he was feeling kind of lonely, because he ate
it up. He had become a good friend in the year I'd known him. Kissin'
buds, I guess you'd call us.
The door burst open. "What a blast we had in -- what -- what's this?"
Said a very excited-turned very confused AJ.
"AJ -- this isn't what it looks like!"
"That's funny, because I thought it looked exactly like what it looked
like! You get around don't you?" He turned and ran out. I was in my
underwear, but I ran out after him. He was halfway down the block. By the
time I hollered,
"AJ -- Stop -- Please!" He stopped, but didn't turn around. Luckily my
underwear were some of those you could get caught outside with and not be
too noticeable.
I caught up to him. He turned and tears were rolling down his face. "Is
this what being gay is all about?" He said. "I heard it was, but I guess
I hoped it wasn't!" He searched my eyes for some clarity.
"I don't know what the gay world is about, AJ. But what you saw ... were
just two friends showing appreciation for each other."
Ignoring that he said, "I -- I guess -- I have no -- um -- hold on you.
Like you said last night, we've only known each other since Monday ... four
days. It just seemed like we had something good going on ... for a few
moments. I want to be your friend. I want to be much more than that.
Actually -- I thought I was. I thought WE WERE!"
I reached out and touched his wet face. "I -- thought -- we were too. I
mean -- We ARE. I'm sorry if ... I mean THAT you -- um -- misunderstood --
um -- what you thought -- I mean -- what you saw. It really was just Arlo
thanking me for ... for ... what I have done for him."
"Really?" He said, incredulously. "Really? Because it looked so much
more like -- like -- well, like you were really getting into it with him.
I wonder how he might have thanked you next ... if I hadn't come home! Oh
shit! There I go again! Thinking that we are more than we are. No -- I
mean it. I really don't have the right to try to control what or who you -
"
I gently placed my hands on his wet face. "You DO have the right,
Sweetheart. You DO!"
"Oh gosh -- I love it when you call me that. I hope you mean it. You say
it so easily, I wonder - "
"I say it ... spontaneously. It just comes out. I don't think I ever
called anyone else that name. Anyway -- I feel pretty much the same as you
do. So -- even though it makes no logical sense at all -- having known you
four days -- You DO -- well, no one has the right to control someone else,
but -- you do have the right to expect some things -- considering how I
feel about you."
"I -- I do? I mean -- you're right! It does make no sense at all. I
don't understand where it came from."
"Well, it may have started with my brother. Arlo was just asking me if --
if -- you were in lo -- um -- ATTRACTED to me -- or Jay. I have to admit
-- I was wondering the same thing."
"I was attracted to James ... and I AM attracted to you. But I -- um --
STILL feel -- like I love you! THAT hasn't changed from last night." He
said then he looked at me and smiled through his wet eyes. "Um -- do you
think you want to go back inside the house?"
I looked down and was reminded that I was out in my underwear. "I guess
so. These aren't exactly that revealing. They WOULD be if the conditions
were right, but ... " I said, grinning.
When we got back to the dorm rooms, Arlo was all over AJ. "AJ -- Am'm so
sorry! That was completely mah fault -- mah doin!"
"It's okay Arlo, we've discussed that." I said. "It wasn't as if I turned
you away. We still have a lot to talk about ... don't we, AJ?"
"I -- um -- guess."
"Well, we have the evening to do it. Well at least I do. Not much
homework yet this week."
"Um -- actually -- I was kind of hoping -- that you could come and see me
tonight. There's a sparring session. I don't have to go -- its mostly for
the newbies' benefit. But The coach asked if I'd show up -- kind of give
them something to -- um - "
" -- to aspire to?" Said Arlo. Can Ah go too?"
"Sure thing! I'd like that. Can you .. um ..."
"Of course I'll go!" I said.
So, we went to the exercise. Arlo and I were sitting in the bleachers,
watching AJ in action. He was sparring with guys bigger than himself. I
was so proud of him! He didn't have the weight to get pins, but he won
almost every one on points. Up to the last, that is ...
This guy was not really that much bigger than AJ, if at all -- certainly
within his featherweight range. But the guy -- just out of high school --
was a dynamo -- fast and strong. They wrestled the full time, and just
before the buzzer, he had AJ so close to pinned, but couldn't get his right
shoulder to the mat.
Both of them were sweating bullets. It was definitely a turn on to watch
these chiseled bodies pushed to their limit. It also was more than a
little erotic to see my little AJ pushing up from the bottom -- driving his
groin hard into his foe's. Both seemed to have a growing protrusion each
time he thrust up into his opponent.
Then in the last few seconds, they were dripping sweat all over the floor,
AJ refusing to let his shoulder drop, both of their muscles rippling and
glistening with the sweat of the exertion. Suddenly there was a loud pop
and AJ cried out and his shoulder went down. His opponent jumped up and
cried, "He's come undone! He's come undone!"
AJ was writhing in pain on the mat, as several refs and the coaching team
ran to him. Arlo and I also came bounding down from the bleachers. An aid
flew to him with some ice. AJ was just settled down a little, moaning that
he thought his shoulder dislocated. Then there was a blur from the stands
at the other side of the small gym they were practicing in. A youngish man
leapt to where AJ was. "AJ! AJ! Are you okay? Is it hurt again?"
AJ looked up incredulously. "Wha ... Uncle Charlie? What're you doing
here?" He said, looking stunned and unbelieving.
"Your aunt told me where you lived. A young man at your dorm said you
might be here.
AJ blinked several times and then said, "Oh my gosh! It really is you!"
He threw his arms up ... or tried to. He cried out in pain from his right
shoulder.
"AJ -- AJ! Take it easy! Yes, I'm here."
"But -- but -- why? Why!!? You stayed away for the last two years and now
you - "
"AJ, can I take you home after your done here? There's a reason I stayed
away. There's a lot I need to explain."
"Well -- um -- I came here with my -- um -- friends." AJ looked up at me.
"We only live a couple blocks from here. I don't need a ride. Aaah! That
hurts!" he cried to the sports doctor feeling his shoulder.
The doctor looked into AJ's eyes to make sure he understood. "I have to
relocate your shoulder, kid. This is gonna hurt a lot more," Said the doc,
"But if we don't do this now, kid, it'll be a lot harder later. Are you
ready?"
AJ grimaced. "Oh shit!" He cried at the thought. "I guess." The doc put
his arm around AJ's back and his other hand was large enough to wrap around
AJ's shoulder. AJ winced and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.
"Doctor, wait." AJ's uncle said softly. "I'm a chiropractor. AJ trusts
me. I could do that without so much pain."
The doctor looked at Charlie resentfully. He looked at AJ. "I dunno!"
Said the doctor suspiciously. "What do you think, kid?"
The doctor had the typical distrustful ... even disgusted look on his face
that many medical doctors reserve only for chiropractors. AJ looked
between the two, then said, "Why now, Uncle Charlie? Why now?"
"Because the body is amazing fast at healing and if the shoulder is not set
- "
"I'm not stupid, Uncle Charlie! I KNOW that! Why did you come back now --
after ignoring me the last two years?"
"I'll explain all that later. I didn't mean I'd take you home to your
dorm. Can you come home with me -- for the weekend while your shoulder
heals itself?"
AJ again looked between his uncle and the doctor, who had a smug look on
his face at the thought that a body could heal itself.
Tears ran down AJ's face. "You can move my shoulder, Uncle Charlie, but I
have to go home tonight. I have classes tomorrow, and - "
"I can run you to your classes, Sweetheart."
"Uncle Charlie, please just set my shoulder. I want to be with my boy
... er -- my friends tonight."
"Sure, Babe. Ready?"
"Uh-huh."
Charlie rubbed his shoulder and neck softly as he slowly ran his hand an
arm under AJ. He put his face against AJ's face and started rocking. AJ
winced and closed his eyes, getting ready for the sharp pain he knew was
coming. But his wincing was more like the "That hurts so good" wincing you
get when someone is massaging your muscles hard.
Little by little Charlie was lifting AJ's upper torso to his own. AJ got a
peaceful look as he almost melted into Charlie's body. Then there was a
barely audible "pop" sound and AJ moaned softly and clutched his uncle with
his other arm.
"Done." Said Charlie. "It'll be sore for awhile. If I can borrow some
more of that ice, maybe one of your friends will hold it on you while I
drove you back to your dorm."
The aid ran to get another large cold pack. "This might work better."
"Perfect!" said Charlie.
"Y'all go on ahead home. Ah'm going to the library for a couple hours."
Said Arlo. "Ah'll maybe see you later if Ah don't get home too late. And
AJ -- you were spectacular out here tonight."
"Thanks." Said AJ, trying to get up. He winced hard and Charlie said,
"Easy there, Sweetheart. Let me help you."
Charlie again wrapped his arm around his nephew and helped him up. We
drove in silence to the dorm. When we got in the door, Charlie said, "We
need to talk, AJ."
"I dunno why, but I'm awfully tired right now." Said AJ.
"Your body is using all of the energy to heal your shoulder. You just
relax. I'll talk."
He helped AJ ease into the only easy chair in our room, then got a small
chair and placed in front of it. "Can we talk a bit?" Said Charlie to me.
"Sure," I said. "I could do a little - "
"No!" Said AJ. "Anything you say to me, can be shared with Mikey."
"Oh, by the way ... I'm Mikey." I said.
"I gathered that. And -- I gathered that the two of you are more than just
casual friends."
"Huh?" Said AJ. "How could you -- I mean - "
"Just looks you've exchanged. I guess my gaydar is on high alert. Are you
boyfriends?"
"We -- well -- we only met Monday. But -- we have gotten to know each
other pretty good -- pretty fast." Said AJ.
Well, anyway, you asked me why I came back now. Your aunt really loves
you, AJ. As you know, she and I didn't have any children when you came to
live with us. As it worked out ... she couldn't conceive."
"And that, coupled with the extra strain of a teenager suddenly in your
house is what split you up ... I know! I've been over and over that one!"
"You were a model kid, AJ. Other than the fact that you didn't seem
interested in going to church -- that bothered your aunt. She knew how
important that was to your mom."
"Yeah. My dad didn't seem to give a rat's ass."
"Your dad loved you in his way. But he let his business get in the way of
- "
"That's just bullshit, Uncle Charlie! He made time to see Evan and Addy's
games and stuff!"
"Well, anyway, you aunt and I just couldn't see eye to eye on a lot of
things. It had nothing to do with you."
"Psh! Where have I heard that one before?!" Said AJ. "That's what all
parents tell their kids."
"AJ -- the major problem with your aunt and I was ... " he looked nernously
up at me and with a decisive look, said, " ... She's not a man. AJ, I'm
gay ... too. If she could have had children, we might have been able to
hack it, but on the other hand, it may have just postponed the inevitable."
"But -- when you moved out -- you never came back ... to see me."
"AJ -- I loved you -- intensely ... too much! You were only 17. I was
25!"
He let that sink in. "But I loved you too much to touch you when I was
there with you ... and enough to stay away -- after I left."
"But -- you were my dad! You were more of a dad than my real dad ever
was!"
"And you were my boy. You ARE my boy. I hope you can forgive me for
staying away. I felt I was too weak two years ago. I think I'm a little
stronger now and ... you seem to have a boyfriend, so ...
"It was your aunt that told me to come here. She said she thought you were
struggling with the same things I did. She hoped that maybe I could help
you through some of it. She had to endure my struggles! Believe me. We
still love each other. But I'm a homo and ... as I said, she's not a guy.
AJ -- if you'll have me -- I want to still BE your dad. I'm seeing a guy
now that I think you and Mikey will like. He - "
"Maybe it's a little soon for that, Uncle Charlie. For now, I just have
to process that you're back in my life."
I didn't say much the whole evening, as AJ and his "dad" got reacquainted.
I kind of understood. I sort of have two dad's, if you count Jay's dad --
but neither is my biological dad. I may always wonder about that. But my
dad is my dad, and he never abandoned me. I don't blame Charlie. He did
what he thought was right ... and for the time, maybe it was. Arlo came
home ... late and was surprised to see us all still up.
"I guess I better go now." Said Charlie.
"Yeah, you don't want to keep William waiting!" Grinned AJ. "Shouldn't you
call him -- to tell him why you're so late?"
"Oh -- we don't live together. We only met a couple weeks ago."
"So there's no one waiting for you at home?"
"Only the cat."
"Did you want to call the cat?" AJ joked.
"I think she'll be okay until I get home."
"What if you stay here tonight."
Charlie got an almost stunned look on his face. "Oh! I guess I could do
that!" He smiled delightedly. "I'm easy -- I can sleep almost anywhere.
Actually, right now that couch over there looks inviting."
"How about my bed?" Said AJ.
"You're not serious! No way I'm gonna put you out of your own bed!"
"I wasn't talking about putting me out. One way or the other, Mikey and I
have ended up in each other's bed any way. I'll sleep with Mikey!" He
looked at me for confirmation. I nodded eagerly.
"Mikey will help me with my shower, then you can take one -- if you think
you need it."
"I'm good. I bathed before coming tonight."
"Well, I've been sweating a bit!" said AJ. "Let's go Mikey."
"C'mon Uncle Charlie, I'll show you your bed. Sorry it's not made. We're
sometimes kind of slobs. And ... oh! Sorry again, I don't have any clean
sheets. Oh CRAP! It's - "
I was thinking the same thing. We had made quite a sticky mess in it last
night. "Maybe he should sleep in MY bed, AJ. I mean we've both been in
both beds anyway."
"Either way ... it doesn't matter." Quipped Charlie. "Cum dries fast and
anything crusty will wipe easily away." Charlie said matter-of-factly. We
both turned scarlet. Charlie grinned. "You're both as cute as a couple
little kids!"
We stripped down to our skivvies and went to the shower. We took a short
shower, but not so short that we didn't do what we would not have been
comfortable doing with Charlie in the same room. We were quiet!
When we got back, Charlie was lying on my bed, his hands under his head.
He smiled sweetly when we came in, girded in our towels. His body was fit
and he looked as smooth as any teen ager. His light, thin hair on his head
was the only thing that gave him away as not being a teen. His glasses
were thin and seemingly almost not there. Seeing him on my bed made
something inside me wrench. I walked to him and said, "Excuse me." As I
retrieved my sleep shorts from under my pillow.
"Oh! You probably want your pillow too! He said handing it to me."
"You'll want a pillow!" I said.
"I'll use the one from the couch!" He said and he ran to the living room
to get it. His muscles flexed as he ran. He had on tighty-whities, and
his package was nicely rounded out under the fly. It made my mouth water.
"Lights out?" Said Charlie. He flipped out the lights, and his silhouette
revealed him shucking his tighty-whiteys, and climbed under the sheet. He
left the cover folded down.
AJ walked over to Charlie in the dark and lay next to him, on top of the
sheet. "G'night Uncle Charlie. I am so glad you came back into my life.
I love you! I never stopped loving you!"
"Ditto, Sweetheart ... Ditto! G'night!" I heard the kiss, then AJ came
and backed into me."
Notes: What can I say. Once more "Subby" surprised me. Comments are
welcome ... to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.
Thanks and ... Love, Steve